Sienna's eyes were rimmed red, and the slight tremor in her voice was impossible to miss. Olivieri noticed immediately, stepping closer with concern etched across her face.
"Ms. Flynn, what's wrong? What happened?"
Sienna pressed her lips together, fighting to keep her composure. "My cousin just called. He said my grandmother is dying. She wants to see me one last time."
The words hung in the air between them, heavy and raw. It didn't matter that Old Mrs. Flynn had thrown her out of the family years ago, that she'd been cast aside like something disposable. None of that changed the fact that the woman was still her grandmother, still the person who had raised her through childhood, still blood. And now she was on her deathbed, asking for one final moment with the granddaughter she'd ban
